fierce dog

"It's really... unpalatable." Gu Yang sighed after taking a bite, "How many years have you practiced this technique? Dark cooking is quite good."

Mo Dong said apologetically, "I said it was unpalatable, otherwise I'd better order a takeaway?"

"Don't, don't, don't, I've done it, I can't waste it." Gu Yang ate half a bowl of noodles with a few chopsticks, raised his head and said, "At least the beef is good, it's fresh if you can eat it."

"Well, I just bought it."

"Yes," Gu Yang nodded, "It's still left over from the golden retriever."

For the beef, Gu Yang also finished the bowl of tasteless noodles.He stood up and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes ahead of Mo Dong.

"You just sit down, my mother talks about me not doing work every day at home, so you have to secretly enjoy being able to wash the dishes for you." He said, "I will show my true nature after getting to know each other for a long time, and then you will know me Why are you being scolded at home every day, hurry up and cherish me now."

It was the first time in Mo Dong's life that he met such a talkative person, basically as long as his mouth was idle, he would just keep talking non-stop.

But don't bother, it's fun.

At least he still thought it was fun, it was better than being bored at home by himself.

"By the way, haven't you found a job yet?" Gu Yang asked Mo Dong after washing the dishes.

"Ah."

"Then you can really do it. You dare to come to Beijing alone without a job. Before you, I have seen a few people come to see the house. One of them also just came to Beijing, but he came here after looking for a good job. Like You are so brave."

Mo Dong smiled: "Really?"

Gu Yang sat on the ground and clapped his hands with the golden retriever, asking, "Did you graduate this year?"

"No, last year."

"Oh, how are you studying?"

"It's hard to say," Mo Dong didn't know whether his studies were good or not, so he raised his head and asked Gu Yang, "What's wrong?"

"If you are not looking for a job for the time being, I have a part-time job here that I can introduce to you." Gu Yang said, "I have been working as a tutor before, but school starts the day after tomorrow, so I probably won't have time to go there again. If you can, I can recommend it to you .”

Mo Dong was a little moved, but when he thought that it had been so many years since his senior year in high school, he was a little worried: "Can I do it?"

Gu Yang said: "If you have an idea, I can show you the textbook first. If it works, try it. The class fee is still quite high."

"Let's talk about it." Mo Dong is still not sure whether he will stay in Beijing, and there should be a result in the evening, "I will think about it."

While playing with the golden retriever, Gu Yang said indifferently, "Okay."

Gu Yang didn't stay for too long, he left after playing with the golden retriever for a while.

Mo Dong sat alone in the room, thinking about what happened at night.

If Song Zhou really wants to throw away everything together with him and the bad past, and start over alone, then he...

Just be alone again.

Mo Dong bent down and rested his forehead on his knees in extreme discomfort.

Compared with returning to a person, he felt more uncomfortable about not having Song Zhou in his future life.Just thinking about it makes my heart feel like it's being torn apart.

The hour hand of the clock on the wall jumped in an orderly manner, never speeding up or slowing down, pointing to every number on time.

It was getting dark, Mo Dong didn't bring the golden retriever this time, he got up and went out after comforting it.

He didn't go to the entrance of the noodle shop, he found a corner nearby and stood there, watching the employees in the shop clean up the tables and chairs from a distance.

After waiting for a while, almost everyone in the store had left work, only Song Zhou hadn't come out yet.

Mo Dong stared straight at it, not daring to be distracted for a second.

Suddenly, the lights in the noodle shop went out, but no one came out.Just when he was wondering, the lights upstairs in the noodle shop suddenly turned on.

Does Song Zhou live upstairs?

Mo Dong waited for a while, but no one came out. He tentatively walked to the door of the noodle shop. The door was unlocked, and it opened with a light push.

He walked in, walked through the lobby, walked to the back kitchen and saw the stairs leading to the second floor.After a pause, he leaned on the railing and stepped up the steps, step by step.

Because there was no light, all the light sources came from the mobile phone in his hand. Mo Dong almost stepped on the air midway, but fortunately his right hand held onto the railing so he didn't fall off.

With a steady mind, he looked up at the ajar door at the end of the stairs, and there was a light leaking from it.

He turned off the flashlight of his mobile phone, stepped forward and pushed open the door.

Most of the space on the second floor is used to store sundries. There are many and messy things. There is only a simple light bulb installed on the ceiling, which is not too bright, so you can barely see things clearly.

Mo Dong's sight was attracted by a simple bed placed in a messy corner. There were pillows and quilts on the bed, which were traces of someone sleeping on it.

"Crack——" There was a harsh sound of opening the door, and Song Zhou came out of the bathroom, his hair was still dripping, obviously he had just taken a shower.

Seeing Mo Dong, he was surprised for a second, then immediately returned to indifference, and asked him, "Why are you here?"

"I see that you didn't come out, I came to look for you, and saw that the door below was not closed, so—" Mo Dong explained upside down.

Song Zhou frowned: "I thought I made it very clear yesterday."

"I know." Mo Dong took a deep breath, calmed himself down, raised his head and looked directly at Song Zhou, "I just have some questions, I want to ask them clearly before leaving."

Song Zhou threw the hair towel on the bed, sat on it, looked at Mo Dong: "What are you asking?"

"You—" At the critical moment, Mo Dong suddenly froze, not knowing what to say.

Song Zhou urged him impatiently: "Hurry up and leave, I'm going to sleep."

After a pause, Mo Dong took out the envelope he brought: "This is what Li Chen asked me to hand over to you, saying it was for tuition fees."

"No need." Song Zhou refused without even looking at it, "I have a scholarship, so I don't need it."

"Keep it as well, it's the sincerity of the Li family." Mo Dong threw the envelope on the bed without giving Song Zhou a chance to refuse.

"Finished?" Song Zhou looked up at him, "Let's go after finishing."

Mo Dong pursed his lower lip, and saw that Song Zhou was wearing some loose vests, which had been washed countless times and were still worn. They had become yellow and old, and his chest suddenly became sore: "Don't work here. , you are still a student, why do you need to do such rough work."

Song Zhou didn't speak.

"Since you have a scholarship, your living expenses are enough now, so don't—"

"None of your business!" Song Zhou roared violently suddenly, but a trace of regret flashed across his face in the next second.It was only for a short moment, but it was still captured by Mo Dong.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go." Song Zhou restrained the violent ups and downs of his chest, and began to order to evict the guests.

"Song Zhou," Mo Dong suddenly felt extremely wronged, "You really don't want to see me?"

Song Zhou closed his eyes and turned his head away from looking at him.

"But I miss you very much. During your absence, I miss you every day." Mo Dong's voice sounded slowly in the dim room, "I know you feel uncomfortable, but you must put everything Do people push away, including me? You kept me when I was leaving, why is it so difficult for me to keep you now. "

The room became silent, and after a while, Song Zhou said in a low voice, "Go, I have nothing to say."

Mo Dong looked at Song Zhou, gritted his teeth, turned around and opened the door.

Walking down a few steps, looking at the dark corridor, he paused, and let out a scream: "Ah!"

There were panicked footsteps coming from inside the door, and then the door was opened, and Song Zhou came out with a face full of panic.

"There was no movement of falling, just shouted and you were startled." Mo Dong, who was safe and sound, stared at Song Zhou in the dark, "How else do you want to explain?"

The worry on Song Zhou's face turned into anger, "Are you lying to me?"

Mo Dong suddenly realized something was wrong. Since seeing Song Zhou today, Song Zhou has been avoiding his sight and never looking at him directly.

Even just now, after finding out that he was fine, Song Zhou also immediately averted his gaze, not looking at his face.

Thinking so, it was the same when we met yesterday.But why?

Song Zhou was angry at Mo Dong's little trick, so he turned around and walked back to the room.

Mo Dong froze on the spot, raised his hand to touch his face, and then touched the scar on his forehead that was not completely healed.

Is it because of this?

He walked up the stairs quickly, opened the door and said to Song Zhou, "Turn around."

Song Zhou turned his back to him and didn't move.

Mo Dong walked over directly, facing Song Zhou, pointed to his forehead and asked, "Is it because of this? That's why you don't want to see me."

Song Zhou glanced at the scar on his forehead, his breath stagnated, then he turned his head and said in a deep voice, "No."

"Are you sure?" Mo Dong stared at Song Zhou firmly, "You should think about it, I may leave tomorrow, go to any city, and you will never see me again."

Song Zhou tilted his head and did not speak.

Seeing his stubbornness, Mo Dong felt angry, wishing he could just kick him up.

But now is not the time, Song Zhou is more stubborn than a cow, the more he pushes him, the more stubborn he will become.

"Okay, I'll go. Today is the last time we meet."

After speaking, Mo Dong directly opened the door and went downstairs. This time, there was no abnormal sound, and he walked out of the noodle shop smoothly.

Song Zhou stood in front of the only small window on the second floor, watching Mo Dong's leaving back, and did not move for a long time.

The author says:

continue tomorrow